As I write this, Hubby sits in the next room, strumming his guitar for his biggest-little fan: our baby Nixi. She loves to hear her daddy play his guitar, usually a bit of Pink Floyd, Staind, or one of our original songs we hope to put out there someday soon. Breakfast was served a couple of hours ago (Veggi-man Omelets w/ cheese), and now we are just enjoying our day while I try to talk myself out of working. I know we’re not supposed to work on Sundays, but I still have a lot of stuff to list on Ebay, and time is ticking away.

Oops! There goes the PA system — Hubby is about to crank it up! : ) Naw…I love to hear him get ‘into his strings’ (play the guitar), I too…am one of his biggest fans and he is one of mine. I feel truly blessed to have such a great guy for my very own. There was once a time in my life when I was all alone, my two older kids had their own things to do; not much time for Mom. And I remember one night…sitting out on my balcony, looking out over the city…up at the stars, when I prayed for God to bring me a man who would be the one I thought I could never find.

Never did I think, back then, that he would send him my way so soon. But…am I ever glad He did! Hubby plays beautifully ( I can’t strum a chord), and I sing (he can’t carry much of a tune, ‘ he thinks anyway); together, we are in tune. Life is a song we just keep on trying to play. Every now and then, we might hit a sour chord or two, but when we’re in tune and it’s all ‘just right’– Man! Ain’t it sweet! ; )

Happy Sunday to you all! I hope you find your path in life that is your perfect tune. God Bless!

August 16th 2009:

Another peaceful-quiet Sunday morning, and I just blew-off some steam (see ‘You can’t Bullshit a Bullshitter’ post). Hubby is still soundly dreaming, getting in some much-needed rest. Me…? I’m running on baby-time: up early…can’t go back to sleep because I’m a burst of energy. No worries…! By this afternoon, I’ll be the one resting and Hubby will be taking up the slack for me. We work in shifts around here. : )

Already, I’ve managed to fix me and baby an early morning snack (cinnamon toast with coffee); watered most of my growing number of plants…inside and out (still watering flowers/plants out back); managed to blow-off steam about biggest pet-peeves; Oh yeah! Move getting dressed to the front of the list, lol; tried to call my sister…no answer; now…I am writing this little tidbit-of-a-thought. If you have time to read it…fine. If not…that’s fine too, I’m an understanding kind of gal.

[sipping coffee]

No, really… I’ve been thinking alot lately about the beach, getting on with a life I can embrace. Hubby and I want to move closer to the ocean. Really…we’d both love to just wake up, walk out the back door…and be there, right on the beach, each morning. I’ll keep on writing; maybe it’ll all pay-off someday. I choose to follow my dreams, work hard for them, and see what comes…come what may. So on and so forth…

I figure in the next hour of this new day, Hubby will be rolling out of bed, so will my teen-aged son, and we’ll all brunch in a leisurely fashion. As for the rest of the day? We can tackle a never-ending list of ‘honey-do’s’…or we can take advantage of the day off and do a whole lotta nothing. More than likely, we’ll compromise and cross-off a few tasks from our list and get some rest afterwards.

What we’d really love to be doing is heading to the beach. As they say… “Life’s a BEACH, and then it’s…not.”

*Peaceful Sunday to You All!*

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June 28th 2009:

I woke to a morning of peaceful quiet. Though it is early morning still; the dog and cat have both been fed and are at rest in their chosen spots.

The wonderful man who sleeps beside me takes in a much needed rest after a long exhausting week. The baby girl in my womb barely stirs as I pray that God has kept my just-married daughter and my teen-age son safe where they sleep.

All is right in my world…
I awake to no regrets.

But I think back to a time when I was lost in life and love…in every way. I feel for those who are…still.